Poor little Scout got fixed yesterday. Is it weird that I felt a little twinge of guilt about that decision? I'm sure she doesn't care one way or the other, but I just felt a tiny bit wrong taking away her ability to procreate. Just writing that makes me want to laugh, it's so silly, right? She is a cat, after all. And I do agree with Bob Barker's famous sign-off to control the pet population! Plus I really don't want every stray cat in the neighborhood spraying my house when she goes into heat. Anyway, she's doing fine. Poor thing was so swollen yesterday, but she was still dying to play even though she couldn't move around as well as usual and Atticus refused to have anything to do with her since she came home from the vet apparently smelling funky. Today she seems to have forgotten all about her surgery and for the life of me I can't get her to take it easy and quit jumping and climbing on everything. I guess that's a good sign though!
Yesterday I also had a good doctor's appointment. The results of my glucose screen came back fine, so I can continue giving in to my insane sugar cravings... Cookies and ice cream and candy... Mmmmm... Got my rhogam shot too, wee. Also Hubs and I got a lot of questions answered. You already know I'm leaning on the hippie side of wanting a natural birth - no induction, try anything to prevent a c-section, and (GULP) going to try to avoid an epidural. Well Hubs and I were even starting to consider going to a birth center instead of the hospital, but we both really like our doctor's office and didn't want to have to switch. Luckily, we got acceptable answers to all our questions, so we're sticking with our decision to give birth at the hospital, with a midwife rather than one of the doctors. It is so weird to be thinking about these kinds of things and making these decisions now. It's like when I was first learning about infertility, taking in all the information I could, and deciding what path to take toward family-building. And at the same time, it sort of feels like the culmination of all that combined knowledge... If that makes any sense...
Today I felt the baby get the hiccups for the first time. It was pretty cute. She's moving like crazy lately, hopefully into a nice, comfortable head-down position.
So what I meant to do tonight was make a plan and set goals for turning the office into the baby's room, but instead I went on Pinterest and then spent way too much time writing this post. And now it's time for bed. So the nursery waits another day... or week... or whatever. Good night.